This is a song about "Brown niggas"

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Beautiful are thou, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Give back to the hood like nino brown

He won't sit down, given the crown

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around